Your World Customer Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

In the bright-lit railway station, 3 A.M. 

in a town whose active life is at an end 

I was met by a rich man dressed in a panda fur 

who said, "If I can keep smiling I can change the world." 

What world? 

"Lord Straight Banana, Lord Paper Twine, 

Lord Biting Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine. 

Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Private Zoo, 

Lord Hanging Bishop and Lord Valium, too." 

"I know you think you have a job 

but the whole world knows it's ended. 

Why do you laugh at the dying of the senile god 

on whom your devilish life depended?" 

Shop-soiled and broken 

in a part not clearly seen 

You'll have no Armegeddon, no more screams 

Pleasant dreams... 

CHORUS: 

Your world, your world, your world customer 

Your world, your world, your world, your world 

I said, "I'm sure your faith in what you cannot see 

has made your slumbers sounder but it won't work for me. 

I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises I've heard 

from my lips and others of a brighter world." 

"Now I'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot picture land, 

an exhausted atom in a grain of sand. 

They who can't be frozen like a teenage corpse 

must be isolated and tied up in knots." 

Fake chrome and a lick of paint 

and a change of name announced 

by some menswear dummy turned messenger 

of a master whose name he cannot pronounce 

You feast on bargain-basement dregs 

Get your self-delusions off the well-worn peg 

No new hierarchy, female or male 

No Santa, Elvis or Holy Grail 

Shop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to inspect 

what both feeds and defets you--no respect 

I'm beaten, but I still reject 

this world, just like a sentence 

Without crime or guilt or sin 

so give the panda back his skin 

and give the berries back their gin--CHORUS